Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.